Cry Freedom

We sit huddled in a wagon called “Culture”. With us are our belongings of talents, hopes, aspirations, achievement, and all we hold dear. The wagon is poised on an ancient hill that’s overlooking a steep and bumpy road leading to our destined valley of milk and honey, we have named “Civilization”. We ponder.  The wagon could hurtle perilously gathering speed down the bumpy track, if unchecked. Or, can we trust the brakes of Responsibility and Wisdom to slow down the descent?